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Student writing contest winners, 2016

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But you already know the truth, don’t you, boy?” the old man stood. “That hand of yours
has been healed for some time now. You lost nothing except faith in your skills. Instead, you
resigned yourself to working somewhere that you don’t truly want to.” Faust thought about
standing and facing the man, maybe he would finally see the face of the philosophical being in
the abandoned station.
“All paths are opened by those that chose to walk them. There will always be a
beginning and end to all things. However, this does not mean that those that end, end forever.”
The old man stepped away from the bench and a loud whistle sounded from a ways off. “Take
this station for example. It was the landmark of a great nation lost on mankind’s journey.
However, its end did not last. Rather, it gained a new beginning.”
Faust stood up and turned to the old gentleman that was walking towards the rail. The
whistle was growing louder with each passing moment and he could hear the train growing
closer.
“So I impart my wisdom unto you, young man.” The man was crossing to the other side
using an overhead walkway. When he reached the other side he once again approached the
track and he stood in his full majesty, his chest puffed proudly and his back straight at attention.
“You already know what journey you wish to take.”
At the last second the man tipped his hat to Faust and he caught a glimpse of his face
before the Treveran State Type 10 train roared by. When it passed there was no one there.
Faust was jolted awake by a train whistle. When he looked up, he saw the platform was
crowded with people boarding the train. He stood and stretched, releasing a long yawn. Then,
Faust Behr turned and left the station. Where he had sat rested a single black glove.
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luuuuuuunnnunmmmmmiiffl
But you already know the truth, don’t you, boy?” the old man stood. “That hand of yours
has been healed for some time now. You lost nothing except faith in your skills. Instead, you
resigned yourself to working somewhere that you don’t truly want to.” Faust thought about
standing and facing the man, maybe he would finally see the face of the philosophical being in
the abandoned station.
“All paths are opened by those that chose to walk them. There will always be a
beginning and end to all things. However, this does not mean that those that end, end forever.”
The old man stepped away from the bench and a loud whistle sounded from a ways off. “Take
this station for example. It was the landmark of a great nation lost on mankind’s journey.
However, its end did not last. Rather, it gained a new beginning.”
Faust stood up and turned to the old gentleman that was walking towards the rail. The
whistle was growing louder with each passing moment and he could hear the train growing
closer.
“So I impart my wisdom unto you, young man.” The man was crossing to the other side
using an overhead walkway. When he reached the other side he once again approached the
track and he stood in his full majesty, his chest puffed proudly and his back straight at attention.
“You already know what journey you wish to take.”
At the last second the man tipped his hat to Faust and he caught a glimpse of his face
before the Treveran State Type 10 train roared by. When it passed there was no one there.
Faust was jolted awake by a train whistle. When he looked up, he saw the platform was
crowded with people boarding the train. He stood and stretched, releasing a long yawn. Then,
Faust Behr turned and left the station. Where he had sat rested a single black glove.
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